The Stingray Shuffle (Serge Storms Series #5)

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When serial-killing local Florida historian Serge A. Storms is off his meds, no one is safe -- not Russian hoods, Jamaican mobsters, spoiled frat boys, women's book clubs, drug dealers, bad Vegas-rejected local lounge acts -- especially when $5 million in cash in a bugged suitcase is still racing up and down the Eastern Seaboard. But in the oddball circus known as the Sunshine State, little things like astronomical body counts tend to get lost in the shuffle.

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Overview

When serial-killing local Florida historian Serge A. Storms is off his meds, no one is safe -- not Russian hoods, Jamaican mobsters, spoiled frat boys, women's book clubs, drug dealers, bad Vegas-rejected local lounge acts -- especially when $5 million in cash in a bugged suitcase is still racing up and down the Eastern Seaboard. But in the oddball circus known as the Sunshine State, little things like astronomical body counts tend to get lost in the shuffle.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In the frenetic tradition of the film It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World (1963), train buff and maniacal killer Serge A. Storms and his druggie pal, Lenny, chase a briefcase containing $5 million, which surfaced in Florida Roadkill (1999), in Dorsey's fifth over-the-top crime novel. Others trailing it include Russian hoodlums posing as Latinos, in the employ of the incompetent head of the world's only bankrupt drug cartel. The discombobulated mobsters end up on the NY-Miami supertrain, the Stingray Shuffle. The briefcase eventually lands in deserving hands-but will it remain there? The hurtling plot often gets sidetracked by Dorsey's self-indulgent set pieces and history lessons, leaving the reader out of breath, rather than breathless. Lenny says, "All my friends up north keep asking me, does the freak show ever take a break down there?" Not in Dorsey's Florida. 6-city author tour. (Feb. 4) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Serge A. Storms must be off his meds again, judging from the impressive array of corpses piled up and down the East Coast. Serge doesn’t need to kill three of the ex-KGB agents hired out by the Mierde Cartel’s Mr. Grande to recover the $5 million in drug money that Serge and his perma-stoned sidekick Lenny stashed at the Hammerhead Ranch Motel before it was turned into Lincoln Logs by Hurricane Rolando-berto (Hammerhead Ranch Motel, 2000) because Nikita backs his Mercedes into a swamp, Leonid gets electrocuted by the equipment he’s using to urge cooperation from an insurance adjuster from Buccaneer Life and Casualty, and Pavel belly-flops onto an alligator hunter’s bang stick. Serge does put out Igor’s lights, though, strapping him into a range cart and exposing him to the drives of several dozen homicidal golfers. And he dehydrates Brandon and Cameron, the two frat boys who defaced his beloved Florida East Coast Railway’s historic Rambler. But meting out justice must wait, since the remaining Russian, Ivan, has recruited Dmitri, Alexi, Vladimir, and of course Chuck, who chase Serge up the East Coast to New York. After a three-way shootout featuring the Russians, the Cosa Nostra, and some Jamaicans intent on protecting their slice of the urinal trade, he joins blues singer Eugene Tibbs, author Ralph Kunkelstein, and the five-woman Books, Booze, and Broads club for a murder mystery ride aboard the Silver Stingray, where life imitates art, and art imitates mayhem. If you love wholesale carnage—and, really, who doesn’t?—Dorsey’s fifth is full-throttle fun.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060556938
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 12/30/2003
  • Series: Serge Storms Series , #5
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 243,922
  • Product dimensions: 6.54 (w) x 11.02 (h) x 1.09 (d)

Meet the Author

Tim Dorsey

Tim Dorsey was a reporter and editor for the Tampa Tribune from 1987 to 1999, and is the author of sixteen other novels: The Riptide Ultra-Glide, Pineapple Grenade, When Elves Attack, Electric Barracuda, Gator A-Go-Go, Nuclear Jellyfish, Atomic Lobster, Hurricane Punch, The Big Bamboo, Torpedo Juice, Cadillac Beach, The Stingray Shuffle, Triggerfish Twist, Orange Crush, Hammerhead Ranch Motel, and Florida Roadkill. He lives in Tampa, Florida.

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First Chapter

The Stingray Shuffle

Chapter One

The race to invent the first mechanical orange harvester was on.

Dreams and designs for a mechanized citrus picker had been bandied about since the 1940s. But back then, it was science fiction stuff. Anyone who seriously thought it could be done was a laughing-stock.

Near the turn of the millennium, Florida's postcard orange groves had exploded into a six-billion-dollar-a-year industry. Meanwhile, technology had marched. Nobody was laughing anymore. A functional harvester seemed just around the corner. The state's top citrus barons were now so rich that they had almost everything they wanted. They were unhappy. They wanted to be as rich as oil people. A mechanical picker would do that.

Research teams from various nations labored at a feverish pace. Work proceeded in secret, along several different lines. The Swedes were considered to have the lead, advancing the spike-and-drum technique. The Germans placed their bets on hundreds of mechanical arms with spring-action picking fingers. The French used a shake-and-catch design with hydraulic trunk-grabber and retractable manganese skirt. The Japanese were working on something called the Centipede, which nobody knew anything about.

All four teams soon had models up and running. That was the easy part. The last big hurdle was efficiency. Every prototype up to now had either left too many oranges on the tree or squashed too much in the process. They had long since mastered the proverbial low-hanging fruit. The real test now was clean canopy penetration. The barons set a tolerance standard of ninety-five percent. The teams redoubled their efforts, improving performance, everyone getting closer. These were exciting times.

In January, the Japanese were rumored to have caught the Swedes. Competition became brutal. Engineers went without sleep, safety steps eliminated. Hammering could be heard from the German lab late into the night. The French argued. It was anyone's ball game.

Then, on a sunny spring day in 1997, word went out like a cannon shot. A prototype was ready. Dozens of limos quietly converged on a remote grove near the center of the state. Nothing but orange trees in all directions. There was a VIP tent, paddle fans, champagne on ice.

Just outside the tent, at the edge of the trees, a huge object sat under a white sheet. The German team approached the podium. Ludwig, head of design, leaned to the microphone.

"Behold! Der Shleimerhocken GroveMaster Z500."

Someone yanked the sheet, which flew off the device and fluttered to the ground.

The audience gasped.

A large, intricate cylinder imbedded with innumerable jointed metal arms and razor claws fanning in all directions, the gene splice of a carnival ride and Edward Scissorhands. A German flag on the side. The anticipation was unbearable. Ludwig walked to the GroveMaster, dramatically throwing a switch on the side, and it fell over, crushing him.

The Germans had a drawing board, and they went back to it. Work continued tirelessly. Various models and upgrades rolled out. Limos driving into the groves every few months, the barons increasingly bitter, the parade of failures reminiscent of newsreel footage from the early days of aviation -- the plane with the collapsing stack of eight wings, the bouncing helicopter-car, the man in bat wings jumping off a suspension bridge and flying like an anvil, the guy with ice skates and a rocket pack, who had to be extinguished with snowballs.

Word leaked out, bad press. Testing was moved to Clermont, for historic symbolism. The demonstration site was in the shadow of the world-famous Citrus Tower, built in 1955 in the rich-soiled, rolling grovelands where it had all started. At least they used to be grovelands. Most of it had been bulldozed for sprawling developments of identical homes and screened-in pools built on top of each other. It was enough to make a baron cry. They needed a harvester now!

The French were next. "Gentlemen -- I give you zee Terminator."

The sheet flew off.

A War of the Worlds contraption stood on spider legs. A man named Jacques picked up a radio control box and pressed a button. Yellow lights that looked like eyes came on. The device began chugging. Smoke puffed out a chimney. Jacques turned a dial. The machine chugged faster, springing on the spider legs. He turned the dial some more. The legs started clomping up and down, slowly at first, then at a brisk, running-in-place clip.

Jacques moved the joystick on his box. The device began running. The wrong way. It ripped up the spectator tent, flattening chairs and upending the punch bowl. Barons and politicians scattered through the groves, the Terminator running amok. It cornered one of the barons against a Cyclone fence and seized him around the waist with the hydraulic trunk-grabber, lifting him off the ground and squeezing until he squirted stuff. Then it shook the limp body a few times before dropping it in the self-cleaning metal skirt.

Talk about a setback. But there were others. A new and improved GroveMaster exploded in the German lab, unpleasant news photos of men fleeing in burning lab coats. A militant migrant group dynamited the Swedish lab. Then the French blew up their own lab with cooking sherry. But so close! Can't stop now. Work continued through the winter with smudge pots, icicles on the trees. Toes had to be amputated. Finally, spring again.

The Japanese were ready.

The barons had decided to move to the top of the Citrus Tower and watch through binoculars.

"Gentlemen -- the Centipede!"

The sheet came off.

The Centipede ripped down three rows of trees, then left the grove and took off in the direction of town. The barons' binoculars swung around to the west side of the tower, toward the distant screams.

The resulting public outcry got the state into the act.

The foreign labs were closed down and a domestic contractor brought in. The contractor was well connected with state government. It had previously only stamped out interstate highway signs at twenty thousand dollars each but was able to convince officials that the technology was interchangeable. An appointed board quickly approved the no-bid contract. Work resumed.

The accidents stopped but not progress. It went backward. Picking efficiency dropped below sixty percent for the first time since 1980. Everything got behind schedule. Cost overruns, redundant parts, the device mutating into unworkable configurations without apparent design or goal. But political contributions were up, and the Florida Robotic Harvester program was considered a smashing success.

The barons were furious. They called in their own markers, and the state met behind closed doors to strike a compromise. It would offer the contractor an incentive. A harvester would be worth tens of millions of dollars a year to a private inventor. If it was made by a contractor working for the taxpayers, however, those rights reverted to the state. The deal: develop a functional prototype by the fall and keep all proceeds for the first three years. It was a fifty-million-dollar carrot. Everyone agreed.

The Stingray Shuffle. Copyright © by Tim Dorsey. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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  • Posted April 29, 2012

    Love it. A great read.

    Took a chance with Tim Dorsey and the Serge Storm series. It is absolutely entertaining. They get better with each one. I am not a big reader but this guys rocks it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2011

    Wow

    Ok its ok there are some good parts

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    frenetically crazy as ever

    Mr. Grande of the Mierde Cartel hires the Russian Mafioso to recover the five million drug dollars that Serge A. Storms and his almost as wacky partner Lenny Lippowics stole and stashed in the Hammerhead Ranch Motel that no longer stands due to a hurricane. Though killing is like apple pie for Serge, the former KGB agents do a good job of eliminating themselves in the nearby swamps without his assistance. Though he does not have time to fool around if he wants to enjoy his new hobby trains, Serge makes time to insure one of the Russians dies from a hole in one. He also rids himself of some pesky frat idiots for defacing his beloved train, the Rambler. Still the Russians are coming again and chase Serge to Times Square for the ball to drop. On whose head is now the question as now the Cosa Nostra and Jamaicans join the fray that frantically ends up on a murder mystery ride aboard the Silver Stingray heading to Florida. As frenetically crazy as ever, THE STINGRAY SHUFFLE is a wild ride up and down the East Coast with the usual high homicide count, several in amusing ways. The story line moves at a rapid pace with lunatics at every stop seeking the suitcase of loot. Serge is as wacko as ever so that readers receive his usual feral trip and his support cast seems more like escapees from an asylum. Tim Dorsey has written another delightfully hectic spin that fans will enjoy, but insist he go decaf in the future so one can catch a breath or two. Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2003

    How Spent Last Summer In Florida and why i need a Vacation.

    The time traveling plot lines of Dorseys novels have come full circle to the finaly(or is it?) of the 5 million every low life in the sunshine state seems to have had and lost and will stop at nothing to have it again. Readers of Dorsey's books will be very satisfied with the pace and frenzy with which this humorous and exciting novel reads. Never a dull moment,many times leaving the reader laughing out loud,wondering 'How does he come up with this stuff?'. As with all of Dorsey's novels,there is no lack of seemingly unrelated characters and random events that always find thier way brillianty into the inevitable 'mexican standoff' style endings. I have never ceased to be amazed how Dorsey pulls this off without the reader seeing it coming. One cant help but wonder how Dorsey will top his last effort,but he always does. Tim Dorsey writes about Florida with such first hand expirence that even mundane events such as a ride to the convienence store leave you feeling like you are in the back seat watching as the buildings fly by.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2013

    Good stuff

    As good as if not better than Carl Hiasson

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  • Posted March 13, 2012

    Must read!

    I LOVE these series of books...so fast paced, twists and turns and the best characters you can imagine

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 29, 2004

    Not Bad--some pretty good parts

    Overall I liked the book, and will probably look for other titles by Dorsey. But...it's not Carl Hiaasen. Nevertheless, a fairly mindless vacation read to pass the time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2003

    Not as good as the rest of Dorsey's works

    Well, being the big Tim Dorsey fan that I am, I had to run right out and buy this book the first day it was available, but I was really disappointed when reading it. It didn't have that 'laugh out loud' quality that I've liked in Dorsey's other works. Having been on Amtrak's Silver Meteor too many times, there were just too many impossibilities in the book.

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